Raw Earth Ink
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Crow On The Wire
This morning I saw a crow on the wire and when I called out to him, he seemed to look right into my soul. I wonder what he saw there?
Perhaps he saw love lost and found and lost again? Maybe some pitiful woman desperately hoping to be someone important to you? Because really, if I’m honest, that’s what I want to be.
I want you to want me, to desire me, to dream about me, to ache for me, to cry for me. And then. I want you to reach your hand out and tell me that I am the one for you and you are the one for me and that I’m worth it. Worth the hassle and the mud that is me.
I wonder if I wrote that out and rolled it up, if that crow would carry it in his beak to you as a favor to me. Lord knows I’m too chicken-shit to just tell you in person.
Then again, this reeks of desperation and a sorry, sad manuscript. Yeah. Best I let that crow fly off without the note after all. I’m sure he’d make a better companion than me anyway.
tara caribou | ©️2018
* please remember, this work has nothing to do with or about or towards the blogger mentioned, simply that I used their blog name/title/tagline as a writing prompt.
Thanks, Mark. Here’s #mygifttoyou
You write about all different kinds of things and in different styles. I like that because I have a tendency to fixate on one thought or idea so it’s good for me to break out of that sometimes. And it’s always so well thought out and written, too. ~tara
14 Comments on “Crow On The Wire”
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“I want you to want me” ? sounds like a Cheap Trick 😉 love that song, so trite but right – seems to resonate.
Maybe it means more when your soul can be seen, than what is seen? our guard down, our soul exposed, sometimes it feels to me that is when the people who mean the most to us, hold us closest …
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I agree!
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Crows are perfect for your analogy. They’re intelligent and thoughtful creatures. Beautiful.
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I agree! Thanks so much Rob.
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That’s beautiful! I am sure the intended recipient will learn soon enough. 🙂
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Thanks, (this is just poetry, though. Not about me or someone else. But hopefully it touches other people.) Thanks for reading!
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(Poetry is the language of divinity)
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I just don’t know if you can hold yourself inside. You start, then explode to bring on the point. I do admire your talents.
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Thanks.
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You are welcome.
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Darn lucky to have you, if only he realized it!
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You think??
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That’s beautiful, Tara. I feel the heart speaking here and can feel emotion in the voice. Which, in my opinion, is what poetry is about. Also, I find that crows are good birds to talk to. I’m convinced that they listen, even if they might be laughing at us. They tend to be wise guys. I think I read that somewhere. Peaceful night or day. I don’t know what it is in Alaska. Mark
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Thanks Mark. (It’s currently 430pm)
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